"Although the scale is impressive, something feels off about the awakened martial soul?"
The elder couldn't finish his sentence because the next second, the entire floor of the Papal Palace suddenly began to tremble, as if an earthquake had struck. Everyone immediately went on alert, expanding their mental energy to search for the source of the tremors.
"Buzz—"
Golden soul power rippled through the air, and an undeniably powerful aura immediately became the focus of everyone else in the hall.
"Grandpa, you?" Qian Renxue, who was forced to appear with him, looked at Qian Daoliu, whose aura had completely changed, with confusion.
The latter turned his head and looked into the distance towards the source of the tremor—the sacred hall of worship atop the Spirit Hall's sacred mountain.
In the center of the deserted shrine, the enormous angel statue trembled without warning.
As if breaking free from some constraint, golden light suddenly flashed in the stone eyes. The golden flames surrounding the statue, like giant waves churning on the sea, converged into a golden pillar of light that shot into the sky. In an instant, it pierced through the hard dome at the top of the hall, and the enormous energy fluctuations soared into the clouds, connecting heaven and earth, and dyeing the gloomy sky with the gold of dawn.
"boom--!"
A vast and sacred golden light shone through the huge stained-glass windows of the Papal Palace, illuminating the interior.
An invisible pressure dissipated into the air.
That wasn't the pressure emanating from a martial spirit, but rather another indescribable aura that made it impossible for anyone to have any thought of resistance.
"It's His Majesty the Angel..."
Excitement shone in Qian Daoliu's dark golden eyes. Amidst several surprised and uncertain gazes, he lowered his proud head towards the direction of Martial Soul Mountain, bent his right knee, and knelt on the ground in a devout salute.
Qian Daoliu's actions seemed to be a signal, and even Bibi Dong, whose expression was stiff, lowered her head in the sacred atmosphere that shone in the hall.
[Beep - Faith Points +10]
[Beep - Faith Points +11]
[Beep - Faith Points +7]
......
Numerous notification sounds indicating an increase in faith points rang out one after another.
But Qian Yuelong couldn't hear anything at this moment.
Illusory golden ripples shimmered in the void, as if she were in a hot spring, the endless warmth enveloping her pure white soul, which was out of place in the world around her.
Qian Yuelong's closed eyelashes trembled, and she slowly opened them. As far as she could see, the world was bathed in brilliant gold.
"Qian Yue Long".
A kind and dignified voice drifted over and reached my ears.
As if sensing something, she turned her head and looked at the statue, which was more than ten meters tall and looked exactly like the six-winged angel statue she had seen in the temple, slowly emerging from the golden clouds.
Under the vision of the soul, spiritual vision is automatically activated.
To ordinary people, the six-winged angel statue appears as a dull, gray object. But to her, the immense golden light of merit formed this vast alternate dimension like sunlight, and the six-winged angel statue itself was like a scorching sun, almost blinding her.
This is... an angel?
The moment the thought crossed her mind, Qian Yuelong's brow suddenly became incredibly hot, as if it were being roasted by fire.
"boom--!"
A golden wing pattern slowly formed on her burning brow, and a burst of rich golden light exploded from her brow, swallowing Qian Yuelong's soul as well.
"call!"
In the real world, Qian Yuelong, who was suspended above the main hall, suddenly opened her eyes. The golden wings that lit up between her brows spewed out a thick golden mist, which eventually formed a thousand-petaled lotus without roots, leaves, or branches.
The thousand-petaled lotus was entirely golden and lustrous, as if it were carved from natural crystal. Layer upon layer of petals slowly unfolded under the nourishment of the golden mist, revealing a purple-gold lotus platform that seemed to be flowing with mercury and shimmering with divine light.
The divine light was dim, but inside the Papal Palace, the golden thousand-petaled lotus, the size of an adult's palm, illuminated the room with a golden-purple hue.
Qian Yuelong landed gracefully, and without that sacred pressure, the crowd who stood up immediately turned their gaze to Qian Yuelong, who was holding a golden thousand-petaled lotus. Upon seeing the thousand-petaled lotus in her right palm, their minds went blank, as if struck by lightning.
"Where's the Angelic Martial Soul?!"
Someone couldn't help but blurt it out.
Then he was stared at by several pairs of eyes.
The red-robed elder, realizing he had spoken out of turn, stiffened and silently tried to make himself less noticeable.
The others, who had come to their senses, also looked at the thousand-petaled lotus that Qian Yuelong held in her right palm with gloomy eyes, their expressions so complicated they could be twisted into a pretzel.
Who could have imagined that with such a grand spectacle, even with the Angel God personally performing a miracle, the awakened spirit would not be a six-winged angel, nor one of the two spirits from the mother's side, but... a lotus flower!
This "divine child"... isn't quite like a divine child at all...
Could it be that the Grand Elder's family genealogy once had an ancestor who married a Soul Master with a plant-type Martial Soul?
Just as they were beginning to question their existence and considering whether they should ask the High Priest to examine the genealogy of the angels throughout history and investigate Bibi Dong's previous genealogy, Qian Dao flowed.
Amidst Qian Renxue's anxious and worried expression, he strode over to Qian Yuelong, whose expression remained calm. Wherever he went, all whispers abruptly ceased.
All eyes were focused on Qian Daoliu, whose face remained completely expressionless.
In the silence, Qian Daoliu slowly spoke: "Although Yuelong did not awaken the Angelic Martial Soul or inherit the Martial Soul from her mother, the miracle just now cannot be faked. This time, you were all present and witnessed it with your own eyes."
Qian Daoliu's majestic gaze swept across the hall.
The intimidating power in his gaze made people afraid to meet his eyes.
"And I, too, have heard the divine decree from His Majesty." Qian Daoliu looked down at Qian Yuelong, his gaze gentle yet tinged with a sigh—
"She is the chosen one of the angels, God himself."
No one doubted the words of Sendou Ryu, the High Priest of the Angels.
Not only because Qian Daoliu is absolutely loyal to the Angel God, but also because in this world, blasphemy against the gods will be punished by the gods.
Since Qian Daoliu said so, and the divine punishment did not fall, it proves that what Qian Daoliu said was true.
The others, who had lowered their heads, exchanged glances discreetly with their familiar colleagues.
[Beep - Faith Points +5]
[Beep - Faith Points +8]
[Beep - Faith Points +3]
[...]
The notification sounds for varying amounts of faith points rang out one after another. The little ball of light 886, which was hiding in Qian Yuelong's sea of consciousness, jumped excitedly, but dared not make a sound.
Bibi Dong looked at the child standing next to Qian Daoliu with complicated emotions, unsure whether she felt more disappointed or relieved.
This child did not inherit the angelic martial soul she hated, nor did she inherit her own martial soul; instead, she... acquired a mutated martial soul.
Bibi Dong lowered her eyes, listening to Qian Daoliu's steady voice ring out once more, bringing the Martial Soul Awakening Ceremony to a final close—
"Therefore, from this day forward, Qian Yuelong shall be the Holy Maiden of my Spirit Hall."
"However, the Holy Maiden is still young and it is not appropriate for her to appear in front of other forces. All high-ranking members of the Spirit Hall must know about the conferment of the Holy Maiden title. But it must not be revealed until the Holy Maiden is fully capable."
"Do any of you have any objections?"
The others remained respectfully bowed, saying, "No."
Qian Daoliu nodded slightly: "In that case, you may go about your own business."
After speaking, Qian Daoliu raised his hand, and golden soul power surged from his palm. Everyone saw a flash of golden light, and then Qian Daoliu, Qian Renxue, and Qian Yuelong disappeared from the hall.
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